Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bulgaria and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Freddie Wadling record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Robert Görl,
Aswad,
Gang of Four,
Harmonia,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ludus,
This Heat,
Jacques Brel,
Blancmange,
Chrome,
Urselle,
Outsiders,
Wolf Eyes,
Masters at Work,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scan 7,
the Normal,
Carl Craig,
Joy Division,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Offenders,
Fear,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nik Kershaw,
Dark Day,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bluetip,
Black Flag,
Sister Nancy,
Pierre Henry,
Jandek,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Detroit Cobras,
Big Daddy Kane,
FM Einheit,
Silicon Teens,
Ultra Naté,
Dorothy Ashby,
Talk Talk,
Piero Umiliani,
Hashim,
Schoolly D,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pussy Galore,
Mission of Burma,
Donald Byrd,
Popol Vuh,
Lalo Schifrin,
David McCallum,
Q and Not U,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joyce Sims,
Janne Schatter,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.